Until earlier this year, if you were near downtown Austin, you might happen upon a local oddity. The Graffiti Park at Castle Hill was one of the most unique sites Austin had to offer. For nearly eight years graffiti artists from all over would come to imbue the park with their creativity, even if it was only to be covered up by another artist soon.
Vibrant images and swirls covered every available surface of the park, even the trash cans were ornate from graffiti. Some of the work was intricate, detailed images of faces, animals, monsters, stylized words. Amazing and detailed portraits that would astound visitors.
Others were crudely constructed attempts that looked more like something I would do if given a can of spray paint and freedom to express myself. Undisciplined scrawling across every available surface.
But overall there was this sense of awe. You could visit the park in the morning and by afternoon the artwork could be different. The countless hours, artists and amateurs it took to create the beautiful chaos was inspiring.
The Graffiti Park reminds me to appreciate the beautiful chaos of life. Some days are intricate, detailed portraits of life; a lazy summer day reclining on warm sand as my two young sons’ attempts to bury my legs in the sand are continually thwarted by the tide. A late afternoon car ride, windows down and the smell of honeysuckle on the warm air as it fills the car. Then there are the days filled with the boys fighting, the dog barking, and the car breaking down. Life becomes a scrawled four-letter word on a trash can.
If I focus too long on either, I miss the big picture. The beautiful chaos of life. And just like at the Graffiti Park, sometimes it’s best to step back and take in the whole picture, to view life like one work of art made up of a billion unique moments.
A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life. – Charles Darwin